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Ah! well did we fear thou wast budding for Heaven,
Though nurst in a climate so cold,
And marked as a warning too faithfully given,
The wings of thy spirit unfold:
And rainbow on rainbow thy pinions displayed,
And thy gaze was, in love, on the sky,
And we said, ’tis an angel a moment delayed,
But plumed, and just ready to fly.
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